Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.